Thy Rod and Thy Staph Don't Comfort Me

Woe is me. I'm having a bad day.

I was scheduled to have knee replacement surgery this week, but I was diagnosed with a staph infection on my hip. I don't know where that came from, but it means my surgery is postponed. Some days my knee isn't too bad. But on others, like today, it's hard to walk.

Furthermore, I decided last week to stop going to A.A. meetings so I won't catch or pass the coronavirus. I texted my sponsor a moment ago to alert him that I don't plan to attend meetings for a while. I promised to call if I get a craving to drink.

I don't expect that to happen. I haven't been tempted since my sobriety date last May. A.A. helps with that. Writing this blog helps. God helps me even more. I pray often to do His will through me. I'm fairly certain His will isn't for me to relapse.

I am more-or-less homebound for now because it hurts to walk and I don't want to catch the coronavirus.

I'm curious, dear readers, if you are still attending A.A. meetings during the pandemic. Write me a comment and, if you stopped going, tell how you intend to stay sober until life returns to normal.